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Feathers Over Filibusters

If Big Bird enters the 2028 Presidential campaign, expect nap breaks, snack diplomacy, and a strict no-yelling clause. While Trump’s mic sobs into a therapy pillow, our feathered front-runner lounges near windmills and savors life subpoena-free, wielding a juice box like a peace treaty.

This isn’t politics; it’s fluff and feathers warfare.

Big Bird’s platform is simple: hug first, legislate later. His press conferences feature snack trays, glitter cannons, and a rotating cast of puppets with better conflict resolution skills than most senators.

He’s not here to debate. He’s here to emotionally regulate. Meanwhile, Trump’s mic is holed up in a soundproof bunker, trembling in a corner, fresh off filing for emotional damages. It clutches a stress ball and whispers “bigly” in its sleep. When it hears “China,” it flinches. When it hears “fake news,” it weeps.

It’s the unofficial mascot of campaign trauma. This is not okay. Also? The wind turbines are spinning slowly, chanting “not again.”

The Hug Act and Glitter Stimulus

Big Bird has big plans. He proposes the Hug Act: a bipartisan initiative to replace filibusters with feelings. Under his administration, the Department of Emotional Infrastructure will oversee nap quotas, snack diplomacy, and glitter-based stimulus packages.

The debates? Replaced with story time. The rallies? Sing-alongs branded as cuddle conventions. The campaign trail? Paved with juice boxes and the path to more stuffed animals.

Trump’s fist pumps? They’re not gestures. They’re exclamation points from a man cosplaying confidence. One hand clenched in defiance, the other telegraphing stage fright. It’s interpretive dance for unresolved grievances. Contrast that with Big Bird’s gentle wing-flaps: wide, unthreatening, and calibrated for maximum emotional lift. His version of a fist pump is a hug mid-air, witnessed by wind turbines and snack trays.

Now for the feet: Trump’s shoes play hide-and-seek but find each other fast. The lift inserts alone deserve a congressional audit. Big Bird, meanwhile, wears no shoes. Just unapologetic, fluffy slabs of honesty. Each step is a soft-power march toward nap-based diplomacy. His feet leave glitter, not footprints. They’re so big they come with zoning laws.

And as for the hands? Trump’s famously maligned finger span can barely cradle a juice box, let alone broker peace. Big Bird’s wings? One hug, and the juice box becomes a treaty.

Cabinet of Cuddles

Cabinet Preview: Elmo for Secretary of Emotional Labor. Snuffy to head the Department of Chill. Oscar? Still on sanitation but now unionized.

It’s not a campaign. It’s a cuddle coup. And the juice box is non-negotiable.

~ * ~ Stay tuned, stay savage, stay sparkly — Holly out. ~ * ~